Dimensional Descent

Ossenna didn't interrupt Orinik at all, allowing him to speak until he finished the final word. By the end of it all, even the more neutral male Sector Ranked disciples had weird expressions on their faces. It was clear and obvious that Alienor had gone too far. Even though the requirements of the Amethyst Token were quite vague, they were obvious enough to draw a clear line far ahead of where Leonel stood.

Once Orinik finished, Ossenna smiled.

"Thank you for you explanation. This year, the True Selections will be a bit different as the number of talents has grown so exponentially. Doing things the normal way won't work any longer as we wouldn't want those who had proved themselves worthy to fall through the cracks.

"in order to facilitate these new methods, as the Overseer I'll be needing a few helpers to help inform the large amounts of youths under my charge and spread my orders."

Orinik's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Another opportunity? One maybe even better than what he would have gained selling information about Leonel's appearance?

No, he could take advantage of both, there was not even a need to choose.

This was obviously Ossenna's subtle way of telling him to make sure as many people learned of these matters as possible. This was the kind of news that would spread eventually anyway, it wasn't as though Alienor had taken any measures to silence them. But, it seemed that Ossenna wouldn't be satisfied with just this alone.

"Yes! It would be my honor!"

Ossenna's smile deepened.

…

the barrier, the pressure around Leonel seemed more palpable. He had never truly felt the changes when shifting between Dimensional worlds, and it still wasn't very exaggerated this time, but he still felt as though the air around him had become a touch

only took a few moments to vanish as though he had torn the sheet of plastic from himself. Finally, he could look around his surroundings, but what he was saw was almost as unexpected as

rays, and the air seemed to alternate in densities of fog, sometimes one could see hundreds of meters ahead and at other times, it felt difficult

wasn't why

were only about three

village, there were larger structures. There was what seemed to be a smithy, an herb exchange, a healer's office, and also

Leonel could sense several powerful auras resting in this odd makeshift village. Though he looked toward his mother for an

Little Lion, these True Selections will be different from the past so there isn't much I can do to

in the few areas you could

placed the youths down and turned toward Leonel with a light smile

too

eyebrow, looking down at his mother. After a moment, he too looked up into the

and yet those with sensitive senses were immediately placed on alert, the

the difference

son that she had watched grow up was